haying the name of an apt scholar." He shook his head
gravely, then added, " But he was a God-fearing gentleman."
Mr, Christian got heavily to his feet, and stood by the table
where the lamp was. Professor Ball glanced at him, then
said: "But you must condone my rambling recollections.
The vice of approaching age, my boy." He stopped a
moment, then spoke again. "I know we are gathered here
for a serious purpose." He looked inquiringly at Mr. Christian.
"You're damned tooting, Professor," Mr. Christian re-
turned. "You r'ar back and tell him. I believe the boy's
ripe and honing for gospel."
"It's a simple proposition," Professor Ball said. "Very
simple." He lifted his hands and put the tips of his band-
aged fingers together and meditatively tapped them, while
his voice assumed an impersonal tone. Just like in his school,
Mr. Munn thought.
"Very simple. It unfolded from a few family conver-
sations between my son-in-law here, Doctor MacDonald, and
me. Just two things determine the price of any commodity.
Supply and demand." He gently tapped the bandaged fingers
together. "Yes, sir. Now, the demand for tobacco, you
might say, is constant from one year to the next. Ergo, the
supply of tobacco is what determines the price. It is on that
principle that the Association is founded."
w That's right," Mr. Munn said.
" But the Association is being attacked by fair means and
foul. In the public press and in the courts of justice, by the
moneyed interests. These interests walk in darkness and
strike the unwary man and rob him of the fruit of his toil.
What the Association needs is a means of controlling the
supply of tobacco."
" You can't do that," Mr. Munn pointed out, " except by
getting everybody in the Association. God knows, we've tried
Professor Ball lifted one commanding hand, as though for
silence in a schoolroom, and smiled. " Let us suppose that
there were another Association with the sole aim of con-